(Gacela del mercado matutino, F.G.Lorca)
Ghazal of the morning Market
F.G.Lorca
I will watch as you pass
through the arch of Elvira,
I will whisper your name,
I will weep, and get nearer.
What grey moon drew the blood
from your velvety cheek?
Who would gather your seed
of snow, blazing and shriek?
What brief needle of cactus
cuts this crystal, unique?
I will watch as you pass
through the arch of Elvira,
I will drink your deep eyes,
I will weep, and get nearer.
What a voice to chastise me,
until I am torn!
What a ruptured carnation
midst heaps of green corn!
I’m far when I near you,
so close when you’re gone.
I will watch as you pass
through the arch of Elvira,
I will feel your sleek thighs,
I will weep, and get nearer.
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